Monday, June 26, 2006

Un-Pride

I'm a bad fag. I didn't go down to the Pride celebrations at all on the weekend. The thought of 30+ degree weather plus 1,000,000 people just seemed like it was too much to handle. Plus the last thing I needed was to run into my drunk and possibly high ex, Psycho, and be forced into causing a scene - which I'd be way too willing to do. Still, I feel a little guilty for not showing up.

Instead Q and I spent the weekend with our friend Scott unpacking and cleaning the main floor of the house. Scott's a neat/clean freak who takes charge and commands like Hitler - which is exactly why we needed him there. Both of us get easily distracted and the bitch kept us in line the whole time. But we love him for it.

We took all the paper off the floor, moved all unnecessary boxes upstairs, unpacked and set up our dining room table, chairs and hutch and cleaned, cleaned, cleaned the dust off of everything. We are going to be doing a lot of dusting for a very long time. We set up the dining room table on Saturday, wiped it off a few times, and woke up to it covered in dust again on Sunday morning. Probably cleaned the floors 3 or 4 times too. It's unbelievably satisfying to have an almost complete house. All the dirt, mess and clutter was beginning to frustrate us, but now that everything is coming together we're a lot happier.


Dickey and Wifey came over on Saturday night, and we spent the evening on the deck eating and drinking. In honor of Pride I made martinis and set my iPod on Erasure. All was going well until Dickey decided to walk (plunge) headfirst off the side of the deck. Lucky for him that area is filled with bags and bags of paper and tons of cardboard. If those weren't there, or he had moved just a few more inches, someone would have been calling 911. As it was, once we realized he was OK, we laughed our asses off - especially Wifey. How compassionate.

In his defence, it was dark (we don't have a light out there yet) and there was no railing. Hmm, maybe building codes do exist for a reason. Once the house is finished, we plan on getting that rectified.